Luyện nghe bài hát Me, Myself & I (Freestyle)

Uh huh, Rob Got on the beat
We Ready?
Man like one of my favorite Beyonce songs, man
What up though, Bey?
Don

Man, this one for the ones who hold me down so we forever on the
Long as I got charts, it's me, myself & I
up, champagne
Man this one for the ones who cop the and they ain't need a receipt
All the plumbers, you know looking for the leaks
trying to find middle ground, like yellow lines in the street
This show is just getting started, don't man take a seat
I got mom and bro around whats better than the family
Did a show at House of Blues that shit was better than the
On the phone with my dad to handle whats out of hand
Reminiscing we used to play 5-on-5, no to hands (ballin)
Funny man what all times meant to us
Girls ask me why they call me big, shit ambiguous
Rappers who was shit, lately I can't feel that shit
Ya'll used to didn't feel my and now ya'll like "you hear this shit?"
niggas, say whats up doe, where I be
Fresh as my nigga IB, up to Don C
The improved player, watch me turn that I to a V
On my LP but by the time its IV
That's the fourth, don't be if I'm in first with (Holly's?)
We a long way from having hands together like God Please
Do I really gotta emphasize, my spaced out
Yeah I call that bitch the
I hop up on the song with (MJ, I can't?), watch me my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses standing out like it close at 10 o'clock and its
Oh boy, I spit spiritual
Yeah I'm the but Underdog was a superhero too
And my city going through hell, they a miracle too
You're more about off, I'm more about show and prove
braggin about so and so, like "Oh, he really it?
The new in rap? Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he just hide behind his skits like half of these do
And then ya'll fucking go and praise him and his bitch like they savior of shit
I'm "Aw, man. Here we go"
I'm not the same man I was a ago
I that life could be a merry-go
Moving at a still is the scenario
I learned some girls can fit the stereotype if they got a stereo
Crazy a cold bitch'll do for palm trees
Type that can't hold my even if they palm read
Got a good girl at home, that's all me
I my number out on the outro I'm like "call me", real nigga
Since they cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my
Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying different
I got her listenin to music that she listen to
Got her vibin to Nas, she like "Man, what I been missin, boo?"
I'ma do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is just
I'ma take little profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck open arms, open the safe
in this bitch like a gun on my waist
Rappin I got a gun in my face
I treat my life I be runnin a race
Dupa flow, up up and away
You at the top, I'm on the way
I'ma come for your spot I cum in your face
I been trying to make I have it to a habit
to the mathematics, I'ma add-it addict
Beware of the who abandon when your shit was abandoned
But for the mansion
Then hit hit after hit
Somebody tell me the fuckin batting average
Dark Sky Paradise, you can have it
Clique so hard, you can white water raft it

Man, we just around, man
off the top, on the spot, just fuckin around
We was in three different today, man
out to my old team
Man, we been going as fuck
My nigga Xeno, Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Earl Mac, Dark Sky shit man
Boogie doe
Hey the out tomorrow, man I can't believe this shit
I believe it
Hey waddup doe
Man doe to my family, my friends, my fans
I do for ya'll
We put our hearts into this
My damn near gone
I know its like 5 in the morning
We ain't slept in days
We do this the heart man
And we did out our way
Boss up, it's time to get it,
Countin over money
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